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WOMEN 2024
Can Someone Please Tell Jodie Foster How Much I Love Her
A true gift to womankind
I love Jodie Foster. She’s exactly my type. Smart as a whip. Lean muscles like a cat. Features that hint of woodland creatures that conjure the wind at will. A voice that is both soft and raspy. Be still my heart.
This is my template. Every man I have ever loved has looked like Foster, but a foot taller, and straight out of Tolkien. I love me some man Elf, and yes, I’m straight as an arrow from a longbow. Yet, my love for Jodie Foster is unceasing.
My girl crush blossomed into a low bowing reverence a long time ago. Our relationship deepened sometime during the late 80’s after the release of The Accused. I fancied myself a budding actor, observing powerhouse performances with an eager eye, grasping the method behind every muscle twitch of the star on the screen.
Watching The Accused, I found myself mouthing no, no no! Sarah, the young waitress played by Foster, saunters across the bar, cigarette dangling, leather jacket falling off her shoulder. She emanates insecurity mixed with rebellion. Sarah is a moving target — a girl in need of a friend. I was inwardly yelling, stop trying to look sexy, don’t look at him, what are you doing!!
